Good morning, all! I'm about ready to begin my trek to the hospital ICU. Today's work for the hospital cafeteria will be the beginning of three charts - undetermined which I'll start first - for Klea Blackhurst. Yesterday, I proofed the "Harlequinade" from Victor Herbert's THE LADY OF THE SLIPPER.
I'm not sure at present how my dad is progressing. He was allowed soft food yesterday, and he had beef broth and jello for lunch. He turned down his dinner, although the nurses assured me they would bring him something later in the evening. I'm afraid they'll be inserting more tubes today, which leave his throat quite sore, and he'll be going back to an IV feeding. Besides his sore throat, he's lost nearly all intelligence in his speech. I don't know if it's the sore throat, a weakness to articulaye clearly, or - God forbid - a small stroke, but I'm lucky this week if I understand 50% of what he's saying. I'm sure my response is as frustrating to him and his diction is to me.
On the positive side, he definitely looked better yesterday. He had some color and energy. I'll have more to report later.
This morning my sister-in-law Jo Ann and I want to ask the doctor about Lady Macbeth's radiation burns.
DR Jose, bon voyage, dear friend! You will be missed.
DR FJL, I'm sorry to travel plans hhave changed. I hope your friend is doing better.
TOD:
I would agree with DR CharlesPogue: the finale of "1776." I was so moved, I didn't want to leave the 46th Street Theatre.